Chapter 18

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​⁠"Jack, doing anything today?"

"Walton, what in hell …?"

Jack O'Donnell and Joyce Hanson had been working through the ten-pound Christmas catalog known as the Sunday Times—she was up to Arts & Leisure and he'd advanced as far as Business—when my call interrupted their mutually agreed-upon vow of silence. Now that her apartment in the West Seventies had become Jack's weekend hideaway, his escape from